Coffee Shop Christianity

I’m writing to propose a revolution for authors, blog writers, and ministers of the gospel who share office spaces in coffee shops.

I live in Fayetteville, Arkansas, a strange town with a twist of academic and hippy, Bible belt and pagan, quiet faith and picket line. I have my poet friends, my Bible Study Fellowship friends, and then every sort in between. We pride ourselves on the market on the square where you can come and hear our boys on the banjo, the girls clapping, women playing upright bass. Come and smell the peaches, the blooms so pretty, the handmade soaps. Walk in our coffee shops and restaurants. You’ll taste earth. You’ll notice our care. Hear talk of both Farmer’s Almanac and priceless art. Come to Northwest Arkansas, and you can see Rockwell’s Rosie the Riveter stepping on Mien Kampf, the prophetess she is.